I had a few days off and have accomplished nothing. I've helped join two long time friends for a spring break holiday. I've toured them around the counties, taken them to one movie and out to eat twice. I've taken Andrew on a group date. I returned to work Wednesday sad because my time off was short.
My second grandson Jake joined the group and they journeyed with Papa to another movie and Chinese food. They drank Mountain Dew until they were wired, played basketball, explored the farm, stayed up late and have generally been a busy group of gentlemen. Games of horse, basketball, and football have echoed through the valley at a volume only these young men could generate. The electronic games and the guitars screamed and the computer smoked with overuse.
Friday is officially their last day. I was only with them two days, Papa the rest of the time but I believe these boys are taking home some memories.
John Carter, The Lorax, the different food we introduced them too, the tricks they've pulled, the Native American spear point Dalton found as they all explored the creek...all these will be tales they carry with them for the rest of their lives.
The house is a mess, we adults are exhausted, Zander took a roll down the stairs but all in all, it was a successful break from the scheduled life of structured education.
I hope they've learned the simplest joys are the best, that humor and honesty are good things, and I hope they know they are loved.
Today Jake returns home, Saturday Dalton returns, and life returns to "normal". May the laughter, the adventures, the late nights and the companionship carry them through to our next break..and may the adults be recuperated enough for the next adventure.
